This excited Childe, who wanted the next woman kiss-
ing his cock to continue. But she backed away, murmur-
ing, "Thank you, Captain," and went away with her squat
Indian partner and his thick stubby penis.
The couples came quickly, the men laying their dongs
in his hands and the women kissing or licking his cock.
There were exceptions, however. Some of the men also
got down and kissed or even sucked briefly on him, and
some of the women took his hand and placed it on their
cunts.
Childe had been slightly repulsed by some of this at
the beginning. But as more couples approached him, as
more couples began fucking or sucking, he accepted it as
something natural to him. He began thinking of it as his
due, and then as something old and familiar. The
flashes of the exotic and extraterrestrial landscapes oc-
curred more frequently, each time coincident with the
placing of a dong in his hand or the slide of lips over the
head and shaft of his cock.
The goblet had increased its illumination during this
ceremony. As each couple passed, it shone a trifle more
brightly. And the white glow in his skull was exceeded
only by the hot whiteness in his penis. It was so strong a
sensation, he was disappointed when he looked down and
did not see glans and shaft radiating with a white light.
Pao, he noticed, had no steady partner. He wandered
around, and when he found a vacant cunt or empty
mouth, he filled it. He did not seem to care whether or not
the other was male or female. He came each time he
rammed his partner with a few strokes, and then he would
withdraw his dripping but still rigid dick and go on to the
next person.
The only one missing, he suddenly noticed, was Plug-
ger. He had shown up early in the line and given Childe a
slight shock when he closed Childe's hand around his
warty cock. Childe had felt an increase in the ecstasy
building up in him but that was all. He had the feeling
that Plugger was withholding, that he had, somehow,
turned down his bioelectricity to a minimum. And then
Plugger, after briefly fucking his partner but leaving her
passed out, had disappeared.
Childe considered this for a second. He had an image
of Plugger walking down the hall towards Sybil's room.
Was the bastard going to her? And then he forgot about
him when the next woman ran her tongue over the head of
his penis.
Although the line had been sedate enough, considering
the actions of the couples, the people became wild once
they had left him. They talked loudly, swore, smacked
loudly when kissing or sucking each other off, and filled
the room with the slap-slap of wet cocks driving against
wet cunts or into wet assholes. They groaned and moaned
or screamed with the ecstasy of orgasm oncoming or occur-
ring. And the air was heavy and musky with the odors of
sweating bodies, lubricating fluid, and sperm.
The fantastically beautiful Vivienne, although denied
touching him, was taking advantage of her liberty with
her fellows. She was standing bent over, sucking on a big
black's cock while Pao thrust his dick into her anus and
the snake-thing looped under Pao's balls and slid back
and forth into his anus. They all seemed to come at once,
judging from their writhings and shakings. The black's
cock dwindled to a half-erection and came out of the
mouth of Vivienne, who swallowed the jism. Pao's dick
withdrew and was at half-mast, dripping. The snake-thing
left Pao's ass reluctantly with its mouth still vomiting
spermatic fluid and coiling and uncoiling in the final
spasms of orgasm.
At that moment, the last woman in line quit tickling his
glans with her tongue. Pao, his cock beginning to rise
again but still expelling the gray fluid, walked across the
room to him. Childe looked at him with a mute appeal.
He was close to coming, and his peter was throbbing in
the air. In one corner of his mind, he noted the goblet had
begun to pulse. The whiteness flared and dimmed, flared
and dimmed.
Just before Pao reached him, he made the connection
with full awareness. The goblet was emitting pulses of
light in phase with the throbbings of his dong.
Pao took Childe's hand and lifted it. His dick rose so
high it almost touch his navel. Childe's own organ seemed
to lurch, and its head touched his belly. The throbbings
increased, the warm gray tide in his testicles and ducts
rose more swiftly, and the glory in him threatened to
shoot out.
"Come on!" he said fiercely to Pao.
Pao waved his hand, and Childe understood that he
was to take his pick.
Childe looked quickly around. He had a superb choice,
because there were very few women in the room who
were not extraordinarily beautiful.
Childe said, "Vivienne!"
Pao was startled and opened his mouth, apparently
intending to protest. But he closed it and crooked a finger
at Vivienne.
Vivienne was startled, too. She pointed a finger at her-
self and mouthed, "Me?"
Pao nodded and gestured for her to come a-running.
She did so with the snake thing flopping between her legs,
banging into her knees and protesting against the treat-
ment. When Vivienne got to Childe, she dropped on her
knees and said, "Forgive me, my Captain."
Then she started to suck on the end of his cock. The
ecstasy came in slow waves, and from the inside of his
navel to his knees he became ice.
He managed to gasp at Pao, "Jerk that thing out!"
"What?" Pao said.
"Pull that thing out of her cunt! Quick!"
Pao got down behind Childe and reached through his
legs and grabbed the snake-thing, which was trying to
wrap itself around Childe's thigh. Apparently it intended
to climb up and into Childe's asshole, although it was
doubtful that it was long enough to reach its goal. But Pao
grabbed it behind its head and gave a savage yank.
Vivienne fell apart.
Childe stood with her head between his hands and his
penis in her mouth. The eyes stared up at him with a
violet fire, and the lips and tongue kept on sucking and
thrusting. The other parts of her body, having gotten onto
their legs, began to scuttle around the room. The big
black who had been sucked off by Vivienne picked up the
many-legged cunt and stuck it on the end of his cock and
began sliding it back and forth. The cunt's legs kicked as
if it were having an orgasm.
The goblet's pulses came faster and faster. Childe held
the head by the ears and rammed his prick faster and
faster between the lips. Its head drove down her throat,
backed out until it almost left those beautiful lips, and
then rammed in until the hairs around his cock were
crushed against her lips.
Faster and faster
. Brighter and brighter. Pulse and ec-
stasy.
The ice turned to fire. He spurted with a scream and a
writhing that was so violent he almost dropped the head.
His pubis was against her nose and his dong was far
down her throat. He came and came, and the goblet
glowed as if it were in the heart of the sun.
Pao got down underneath the head and swallowed the
jism that fell down her throat and out the open neck.
The others scrambled to catch the drops that Pao had
missed. They rolled him away, and stuck their heads un-
der Vivienne's, and then they were pushed away. Those
who could not get any directly ran their fingers over the
lips or down the mouths of those who had been lucky and
got the stuff second-hand. Some tasted it and then
rubbed the residue over their cunts or pricks.
Childe quit shaking and spurting. The goblet's light
waned swiftly, and soon it had only a faint glow.
He pulled Vivienne's head off his peter and threw it to
Pao, saying, "Now you can put her together again. I had
my revenge."
He sat down and stared dully at the goblet. He felt very
tired.
The people crowded around and spoke in awed tones.
At first, he did not understand what they were talking
about. When he heard a woman say, "It did grow, just a
little, but it grew!" he saw what they were marveling at.
The incomplete side of the cup of the goblet had grown
more of the metal.
"You are indeed the Captain and The Childe," Pao
said, holding Childe's limp cock in his hand. "But you
are no longer a child."
Childe understood what he was saying, although he did
not know the details. During that last explosion of orgasm,
he had seen many things on the screen of his mind. Some-
how, this experience had tapped a racial memory. No, not
racial. That was not the correct term. A genetic memory
was closer to an exact definition.
37
Forry Ackerman jumped when the poundings came on his
door. He opened the door without checking on the identity
of the visitor, a lack of precaution indicating his upset
condition.
A tall good-looking man with yellow hair and dark blue
eyes stood there. Two other men were with him.
He said, "I'm Hindarf. This is Bellow and this is
Grunder. We're friends, old friends, of Alys Merrie. We'd
like to come in."
"No smoking," Forry said and then remembered that
Alys was puffing on one cigarette after another.
He let them in and closed the door. Two sat down
without asking his permission; Hindarf stood in the middle
of the room as if he intended to dominate it. And he did.
"I'm here to carry out the rest of our plan," he said.
"What plan?" Forry said.
He looked around the room. It had always seemed the
center of the universe, this room. It contained illustra-
tions from all over the cosmos by men who had never left
planet Earth in the flesh. Memos from Mars. To others, it
appeared weird, but to him it was home.
Now it was shifting from reality, slipping its moorings.
The very intrusion of genuine alienness rendered this
place alien. The aliens were the real people, and the prod-
ucts of imagination were fake. Contrary to what he had al-
ways maintained, reality was more real than fantasy.
"You must be wondering why you've been chosen,"
Hindarf said. "Why should we ring in an Earthling in our
battle against the Ogs? Why do we need you in our ef-
fort to recapture the Captain?"
Forry bent his head and looked at them from under
raised eyebrows. He drawled, "Yes. I had been wondering
about that. Many are called but Fu are Cho-sen, as the
Korean said."
Hindarf did not smile, but he did not look puzzled
either. He said, "There are some Earthlings who have
what we call resonance. Through the chance of genetics,
they are born with a psychic affinity, or a psychophysical
complex, which generates what, for want of a better term,
we call white noise. This vibration is quite in phase with
those radiated by the Tocs. It makes the Earthling im-
mediately sympathetic and empathic with the Tocs, and,
conversely, it generates disturbance and confusion in the
minds of the Ogs. But it exists, and its effect is to blank
out the vibrations radiated by the Tocs. In other words,
we Tocs and Ogs know when we're near each other. We
sense it just as a lion downwind from an antelope smells
it. But when one of the resonant white-noise generator
Earthlings is around, the Ogs can't sense us."
Forry put his fingertips together to form a church stee-
ple. He said, "I've never been one to make everything
black or white. There is much more gray in this uni-
verse than black or white."
"Did you ever have a good word to say for the Nazis?"
Hindarf said.
"Well, they did get rockets launched and that led to the
first men on the Moon."
Alys Merrie guffawed and said, "Well, kiss my ass and
call me Hitler!"
"Woolston Heepish is a member of the Ogs," Hindarf
said. "He has not only set himself up as a rival of yours,
he has become a caricature of you, and he has stolen from
you. Do you think he's more gray than black?"
"Black as the devil's hindbrain," Forry said. "Why, just
last night ... !"
Hindarf waved his hand impatiently and said, "I know.
The question is, will you help us? It will be dangerous.
But it will be less dangerous for us if you accompany us.
We intend to rescue Childe. He is a prisoner of the Ogs.
And the emanations from the house today indicate that
he's participating in a grail-growing ceremony. He prob-
ably doesn't know what he's doing, but that makes no
difference. He is doing what they want him to do."
"Aren't there any other Earthlings you know who could
go with you?" Forry said. He remembered some of his
youthful fantasies in which he had been the focus of at-
tention from the secret bands of Martians and Venusians
operating in an underground struggle for control of
Earth. Generally, in his fantasies, he had been on the
side of the Martians. There was something sinister, damp,
toadstooly, and creepycrawly about the Venusians. All
that rain … Now that he thought about it, the deluge of
the past seven days had turned Los Angeles into a Venus
such as the sci-fi writers had projected back in the good
old days of Science Wonder Stories and Astounding.
"No," Hindarf said. "There are none available in this
area, and none anywhere who can generate white noise to
compare with yours."
"This may seem irrelevant to you at this moment,"
Forry said, "but why does Heepish steal from me?"
"Because he wants your stuff for the collection he in-
tends to take to the planet of the Ogs. He's a greedy and
short-sighted person, and that is why he's s
tolen a few
things from you instead of waiting to take the whole col-
lection just before he leaves."
"What?" Forry said shrilly. "The whole collection?"
"Oh, yes," Alys Merrie said, blowing smoke at him.
"He has planned on emptying your house and your ga-
rage. He can do it in a few minutes, you know, if he can
get a Captain to do it for him. The collection would be
moved to a huge room in a barn behind the present head-
quarters of the Ogs. Then, when the Captain moves all
the Ogs to their home planet, he will also take the collec-
tion. Which, by the way, will consist of many of Earth's
art treasures in addition to artifacts and books and so
forth, for the Og museums."
"You can visit our planet, if you wish," Hindarf said.
"And you might as well have Heepish's collection, too. It
won't do him any good after he's dead."
"Dead?"
Hindarf nodded and said, "Of course. We plan to kill
every Og."
Forry did not like the idea of killing, even if Heepish
did deserve it. But the thought of going to an alien
planet, one so far away that it was not even in this gal-
axy! He alone, of all men, would voyage to another
world! He had wanted to be the first man on the Moon
and the first man on Mars when he was a child and then
that dream had glimmered away. He wouldn't even be
able to go to those places as a tourist. And now, he was
offered a free ticket to a planet far more alien and weird
than the Moon or Mars could ever be. Under a strange
sun on an unimaginably exotic world!
"I can come back any time I wish?" he said. "I
wouldn't want to leave Los Angeles forever, you know. I
have my collection and all my wonderful friends."
"No trouble," Hindarf said.
"I must warn you, if it involves anything strenuous, I'll
be handicapped," Forry said. "My heart ..."
"Alys has told us all about that," Hindarf said.
Forry's eyes widened. "Everything?"
"Just the medical aspects," Hindarf said ambiguously.
"All right then," Forry said. "I'll help you. But just
as a white noise generator. You can't ask me to take part
in any killing."
The three men and Alys smiled.
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